It's a Sin to be Beautiful
(Ravings of a mad Pilgrim) It's a sin to be beautiful In a world not beautiful That cannot be beautiful Because of its bloody past Killing to possess beauty Aphrodisiac aphrodites Old before their prime Dying on luxuriant vines No poignant ruby roses' Eloquent delectable glows Within our withered souls Stoic virtue of sincerity Vain glory goat gloaters Morasses of slither asses Hollywood callousformweans Eating our hearts alive With their vile success In whose poison we die Alienated hard hearted It was fun though wasn't it HeeeeaaaaallllllpppppppppIs anyone else out there torn with some good old Freudian complexes, or jazz like that? Well, I will tell you, I could always manage to forget what I was doing was wrong, long enough to get what I wanted from the gals, and shame on me, I don't regret a single dollar I spent on them, and they were considerable. Dam it all, I enjoyed my sinful promiscuity with the girls so very much, and now I am just an old Hell bound sinner! Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 07:24 AM PST 0 • 14
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